Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
But honestly? It's not like I don't get it. I've got a little sister, too. Letting them grow up is the hardest goddamn thing on the planet. But I'm not going to hurt Hattie. If he'd just open his eyes, he'd realize that all I want is to be the motherfucker who gets to stand proudly at her side.
Somehow, we pull out a win in the last few minutes. Tye glances at me as we head to the locker room to shower, but he doesn't say anything. By the time I hit the shower, he's missing in action.
He still isn't back by the time I'm dressed.
I don't stick around. I've got more important shit to do right now than try to talk sense into him.
Hattie is waiting for me outside the locker room.
"Hey, Cranky Bear." She grins at me as soon as I step into the hall, her expression as soft and sweet as ever.
I stomp straight to her, hauling her into my arms. My gaze runs across her face, meticulously searching for any signs that her mother caused more damage. Instead, I find what looks suspiciously like peace.
"I was worried about you," I growl, pressing my lips to hers in a hard kiss.
"I'm fine." She loops her arms around my neck, smiling at me. "I'm better than fine, actually."
She looks happy. Goddamn, it looks good on her.
"Come with me," I growl, practically carrying her down the hall toward an empty conference room to talk. At least, that's my plan.
Clearly, she has different ideas.
As soon as the door closes, her hands are on me.
"Have I ever told you how hot it is when you're on the field?" she asks, trying to shove her hand down my pants.
"Hattie," I growl.
"You're so hot, Sidney," she breathes, staring up at me with wide, wild eyes. "You're like a force of nature out there."
Her fingers wrap around my hard cock, and every good intention I had goes flying out the window. I can't think when she's touching me. I can't breathe when she's looking at me like she needs me to ruin her.
I lift her in my arms, pushing her up against the wall a few feet from the door. "You trying to get fucked where the whole team can hear you?" I rasp, shoving her pants and panties down her legs.
"No. I'm just trying to get you inside me."
Jesus Christ. I'm not going to survive her.
"I'll get there," I mutter, dropping to my knees while balancing her on my shoulders. "But not until I get to eat, butterfly."
"Oh," she moans softly.
My mouth waters at the sight of her dripping for me. I run my nose up her inner thigh, growling at how fucking good she smells.
"Don't let anyone hear you," I murmur.
Her hands sink into my hair.
I attack her pussy, eating her like a starving man. It's what I am—starving for her. No amount of eating her will ever satisfy me. I'll always want her smeared across my lips, soaking my beard…pulling my hair and whimpering my name.
I force my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it. My nose grinds against her clit. I'm so fucking hard, it hurts. That’s nothing new, though. She's kept me in this same state for months already. She'll keep me like this for a lifetime if I have my way.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
"Sidney!" she moans, flying apart for me.
I lick up every drop, living for the way she grinds against my face, shamelessly chasing every ounce of pleasure. Before she even has time to come down, I'm on my feet, yanking her legs around my waist.
"I needed that," I growl, notching my cock at her entrance.
"Get inside me," she begs, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
I yank her down on my cock, growling as she wraps around me. "Christ," I groan, my head falling back. "Every damn time, butterfly. Every damn time, I forget how good you feel until I'm inside you again."
"M-me too," she sobs, clawing at my shoulders.
I bury my face in her throat, slamming her down on me over and over again. I need her to come right now. Before I fuck her through the wall.
My hand slips between our bodies, my thumb grinding against her clit.
She jolts against me, gasping my name as she unravels.
I slam her down on me, growling her name as her cunt flutters all up and down my shaft. I'm right there…right fucking there…
"What the fuck?" Tye growls from behind me.
Fucking hell.
Chapter Eleven
Sidney
"What the fuck?" Tye says again, his voice booming across the conference room. Hattie didn't hear him the first time. She does this time.
She gasps, her eyes flying wide open. They land on him, all the color draining from her face. "I…I…"
"Tye, respectfully, get the fuck out," I snap, not concerned about his feelings right now. I'm concerned about hers. Her goddamn brother just walked in on us fucking. There's no way she's going to handle this well.